Gemotions

The news landed on Sam like a feather. Liam was moving? Okay. He sat quietly, nodding, offering a supportive smile. But inside, a secret, electric current surged. He had been feeling stuck for so long. Now, there was space.

He immediately started sketching designs for a new woodworking project, something bold and ambitious. He cleared out his cluttered workshop, the sawdust flying around him. He worked late into the night, the rhythmic rasp of the sandpaper a counterpoint to the quiet hum of possibility. The pressure he'd been feeling for months was gone.